Just.... weird.
It is like a journal.... but with the added outside viewership/validation. It is a way to connect. It is a place for an audience. It is not impolite to be completely candid and blunt. There are no RULES beyond not being offensive enough to be flagged.
Why do I do it?
Used to be just a place to tuck little posts about my little life. Well.... it still is, actually... But used to be read by only four people. And now, while it is NOT a huge blog by any means, I do get a few more than four people checking in.
And that changed my blogging.
And lately, I have been missing those four people... and the other six or ten others who were with me from the start.
And I wonder why I blog... these days. To keep up with the Jones'? To stay "current" so my business thrives? To stay sane as a stay-at-home-mom? To infuse meaning into my day? To be popular?
And is any of it healthy? Unhealthy?
And are people still reading, even though my comment count has dropped significantly in the last few months?
And does that even matter?
(I do blame Google Reader a LOT. Convenient-- YES. Easy to skim/read/not go to the actual blog to say hi? YES oh YES. I am totally guilty of this.)
And.... if I am not connecting as much with my close friends and family here on the blog as it seemed I used to, is it a bad thing? Or a good, healthy push to reconnect OUTSIDE the internet universe?
Bloggin' is WEIRD.
We are all up in each other's grills, peering at the minutia... voyeurs to the intimate details of a person's home, a person's family, a person's THOUGHTS, a person's vents... a person's every little detail.
And we, exhibitionistically, continue to put the same things up on our own blogs. Come, everyone-- PLEASE examine my life and then tell me I am fit to be read... worthy to be loved... Tell me you admire me.
VALIDATE MY EXISTENCE.
Oh, MAN have I become a validation-whore.... truly.
If a girl makes cupcakes and DOESN'T blog about it, do those cupcakes really matter? Did they even happen? (Stef, an homage to your donut question...)
If I were to gently drift into just plain stay-at-home-mom-ness, and never give in to the need to TELL you about it, would my life lose meaning?
And is there deep irony here, in even writing about it in the first place, right here on my BLOG?
Ah, life. Ah, self. Ah, blogging... What a strange little phenomenon in our modern universe.
I have more to ponder.
Your thoughts, o faceless reader?
It is like a journal.... but with the added outside viewership/validation. It is a way to connect. It is a place for an audience. It is not impolite to be completely candid and blunt. There are no RULES beyond not being offensive enough to be flagged.
Why do I do it?
Used to be just a place to tuck little posts about my little life. Well.... it still is, actually... But used to be read by only four people. And now, while it is NOT a huge blog by any means, I do get a few more than four people checking in.
And that changed my blogging.
And lately, I have been missing those four people... and the other six or ten others who were with me from the start.
And I wonder why I blog... these days. To keep up with the Jones'? To stay "current" so my business thrives? To stay sane as a stay-at-home-mom? To infuse meaning into my day? To be popular?
And is any of it healthy? Unhealthy?
And are people still reading, even though my comment count has dropped significantly in the last few months?
And does that even matter?
(I do blame Google Reader a LOT. Convenient-- YES. Easy to skim/read/not go to the actual blog to say hi? YES oh YES. I am totally guilty of this.)
And.... if I am not connecting as much with my close friends and family here on the blog as it seemed I used to, is it a bad thing? Or a good, healthy push to reconnect OUTSIDE the internet universe?
Bloggin' is WEIRD.
We are all up in each other's grills, peering at the minutia... voyeurs to the intimate details of a person's home, a person's family, a person's THOUGHTS, a person's vents... a person's every little detail.
And we, exhibitionistically, continue to put the same things up on our own blogs. Come, everyone-- PLEASE examine my life and then tell me I am fit to be read... worthy to be loved... Tell me you admire me.
VALIDATE MY EXISTENCE.
Oh, MAN have I become a validation-whore.... truly.
If a girl makes cupcakes and DOESN'T blog about it, do those cupcakes really matter? Did they even happen? (Stef, an homage to your donut question...)
If I were to gently drift into just plain stay-at-home-mom-ness, and never give in to the need to TELL you about it, would my life lose meaning?
And is there deep irony here, in even writing about it in the first place, right here on my BLOG?
Ah, life. Ah, self. Ah, blogging... What a strange little phenomenon in our modern universe.
I have more to ponder.
Your thoughts, o faceless reader?